Mission 3: Jo Rumi meet Elliot

If you question the level of intelligence and thoroughness that Jo Rumi has, then it's a waste of time. Her intelligence is already at the top level. That's Jo Rumi.

And also, the hunch of a woman is accurate, especially when coupled with intellectual intelligence, Jo Rumi can conquer all things.

Rumi's life before assuming the status of a spy agency was sorrowful. Fighting the cruelty of the universe alone is not easy, so if she has to sacrifice her life, she need not be afraid because she has opposed death countless times.

Growing up as a cruel, cold, and heartless woman was not Rumi's pure desire, nor was she born poor. It was cruelty and fate that made her this way. Everything has a cause and effect.

Since she was released from prison, she felt that her life had no meaning. She never stopped regretting and always blamed herself as long as she was still there.

Rumi took a deep breath, and soon the sun would rise to greet all the earth's creatures. So with that plan back in action, nothing can make Rumi feel better than being free from all his burdens and her past.

But not to forget her husband.

"Elliot, you haven't been watching your diet lately? Are you not interested in your career anymore?"

Early in the morning, Debbie had come to Elliot's apartment, staring at his manager, who was quite chatty this morning. Elliot chose to ignore her. "I should have taken your advice to change my door password."

"Oh, forget it. Today you have to go to the office. I have some work for you," Debbie said while making coffee.

"Even when I stumbled upon a case and was accused of being the murderer, was there still work for me? Unlucky."

Debbie shook her head and placed her cup on the table, facing Elliot, who was having breakfast. "Come on, you're not a suspect, and the police aren't arresting you either, are you?" Debbie was persuaded. She was very familiar with Elliot's habit every morning. The man had an unpredictable mood.

"Indeed, I wasn't arrested, but who wouldn't be crazy if I was constantly haunted by feelings of guilt that I wasn't the culprit? Everyone keeps accusing me because the bodies are all my ex-girlfriends."

Listening to Elliot's words in her, Debbie just pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't know what else to say. Because she had never been in Elliot's position as he is now.

"Oh, alright. I will leave after enjoying this tasteless coffee, and you go alone. Oh yeah, don't forget to come on time because this company wants you as a product model."

After Debbie left, Elliot slammed everything on the table. The breakfast spilled on the floor, accompanied by glass shattering.

"NO ONE UNDERSTAND ME!" he shouted with emotion.

Elliot's breath heaved up and down. He was very angry with his current state. It seemed that he could no longer pretend to be perfect in public. While articles about him began to appear, some believed in him, and some used them to attack him.

The cell phone on the table vibrated, and Elliot's gaze shifted to it. A new message from Debbie appeared on the screen.

[I forgot to mention this, but your future assistant will be here at noon.]

"Oh, God..." Debbie doesn't still understand.

***

Detective Richard tossed all the files onto the table, his mind swarming with demands and unclear evidence. He couldn't solve this case perfectly.

He had not returned home for three days, leaving his only child alone due to his busy schedule in this case.

"Detective, someone wants to see you."

"Later, I need sleep."

Richard locked his work door as soon as his subordinates left. He didn't want to be disturbed right now. So much had to be done to keep the case from being diverted from him.

The deaths of five women were unnaturally triumphant in attracting public attention. It has been two months since the case was presented to him but to no avail. Only this time, Richard had a deadlock in his logic.

How come? Apart from being quite pathetic, this death is also unacceptable to common sense. Every corpse found must be in a naked position, and in its mouth, there are several red rose petals.

At first, Richard thought this was purely the work of a serial killer until finally, the last body found was a woman from a conglomerate family who was also engaged to a famous actor in this country.

Hailey Fremont, the last woman, was identified as the latest victim.

"The police should feel disgraced. How can we recognize the killer when there are already five victims?!" Richard snarled furiously.

Elliot Harrington was the only suspect with the most substantial reason for killing the bodies. Because based on the investigation, Elliot had a love affair with the five victims, and the time of death was not long after they broke up.

This is where Richard is at a stalemate because solid evidence to show that Elliot was the culprit had not been found. Drawing conclusions based on 'ex-lover' alone will undoubtedly be a big question mark for people. Because it could be that Elliot is being framed, and the police will get harsh comments if they issue a statement that is not strong and ambiguous. Richard didn't want to put his career at risk either.

***

"Jo Rumi. A good name seems brave and troublemaker."

Debbie looked at Rumi through her glasses, carefully assessing the stature of the woman in front of her. "Your profile says you're a former spy agent. Is that true?" asked Debbie.

Sitting in three with the other candidates, Rumi nodded with certainty, not caring about the stares of the people in this room. "My job was seven years ago, and now I'm looking for a less strenuous job."

"Seven years ago? After that, what is your job?" Debbie inquired.

"Unemployment."

Faintly heard whispers and giggles from the side, Rumi remained unmoved. To her, the strangulation was like a mosquito's buzz, meaningless.

Debbie nodded. "Then please go to room number 7. The next interview is determined there."

Rumi stood up and walked towards the exit. One of the candidates was heard asking why only Rumi left.

"Yes, only she escaped. There is also Elliot waiting in that room," Debbie replied, then some protested Debbie's decision.

Pulling the doorknob, Rumi smiled a little. For her, this was only the first step. So far, she had only seen Elliot from a photo that Marco had sent her. Now was a good time to judge who this Elliot was.

Rumi's steps stopped right in front of door number seven, knocking softly, and command was heard. Rumi pushed the door and found a man sitting alone in this room.

Rumi's hand slipped from the doorknob, her eyes widening when she saw the figure in front of her. This is impossible, muttered Rumi, still silent in the doorway.

The man sat casually with a book in his lap. Seeing Rumi on the other end made him smile kindly. "Are you Jo Rumi? Come on in. Let's speed up this interview session," he said, taking off his glasses.

Rumi's lips felt numb, her legs felt weak, and her hand holding the map also trembled. There was no way the figure sitting was Elliot. Because there was no way, that figure would come back to life, and that face...

And it was doubtful that the man staring at her confusedly was her late husband! It doesn't make sense.

"River?"